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With sunset coming on and the dust storm still raging, I decided to head back to camp. But the dust was still blowing so thick that I could not find my bike. And even if I could have found it, I could not have ridden it in the white-out. So I walked all the way back to camp. When I arrived, looking like the Abominable Dust Man, I found our crew repairing structures that had been ripped apart by the wind.


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